June 7 2020: Systemic Heart Failure

I have my doubts about how this one turned out but the subject matter has been weighing on me since yesterday when an emergency patient came into the animal clinic I work at. She was expanding like the blueberry girl from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

We tapped her like a keg and drained about 4 liters of fluids out over an hour and a half, during which time the vet reviewed her records and explained heart failure to me. I haven’t been able to get out of my head how delicate the whole system of our bodies is. One piece stops working right and everything compounds to come back around and make that one problem worse.

Food for thought: is the system that makes our society so different?

Day 224: Our Brains Play Tricks On Us

Realized this morning that I made a typo several weeks ago in my poetry journal with the result that all my days going forward from that typo have been mis-numbered. Oops.

Our Brains Play Tricks On Us

Day 140: Oil

More car problems this morning. There’s never really a good time to have car problems but the timing on ours could be so much worse. My bride’s Bug is leaking oil from somewhere, it’s dripping all over the place and the entire undercarriage is coated. It’s going to cost extra just to get it all cleaned off so the mechanics can even find the leak.

Naturally this got me thinking about oil and our relationship with it. It’s kind of morbid when you get down to it. We’re burning the remains of dead animals to power our machines. We are modern day necromancers, which I’d think would be a lot cooler if every story out there didn’t end so poorly for the necromancer.

Oil